Adnodau Beiblaidd Poblogaidd o Psalms 2

Rhanna

Ask of me, and for heritage the heathen I'll make thine; And, for possession, I to thee will give earth's utmost line.

Kiss ye the Son, lest in his ire ye perish from the way, If once his wrath begin to burn: bless'd all that on him stay.

Kings of the earth do set themselves, and princes are combin'd, To plot against the Lord, and his Anointed, saying thus, Let us asunder break their bands, and cast their cords from us.

Now therefore, kings, be wise; be taught, ye judges of the earth: Serve God in fear, and see that ye join trembling with your mirth.